The Wild One

It was always odd heading down Landgraab Avenue with the townhouses looming up on either side, although he was a Buckingham Brennan had never tended to involve himself with the endless feuds of his extended family. They were rich, and simoleons always attracted trouble. Absently he pressed his fingers deeper into his pockets, he’d never understood the temptation of calling a cab around Sunset Valley considering everything was usually within easy walking distance of each other and on days when the weather was good the ocean breeze carried all through town.

Nico still wasn't sure what to make of his future company. They had talked, yes, but there was still quite a bit about him that he didn't know. All he knew was his first name and that he seemed to be into relaxing nights such as the one they were about to have. But Nico was always the type that enjoyed a little bit of mystery and adventure. It went without saying that the Goth boy was a little bit different then the rest of his family - in fact, there might be a few who question whether or not he was even related to them at all with how... different he was.

No not really.

Do I need to pay anyone a visit?

Not everything can always be rainbows and sunshine, love.

Everything cool?

I- Sounds great.

Good. I'll see you soon. My roommates should leave you alone, but they all aren't that bad.

What did you want to do?

Thinking we could just play video games or something at my place. Something pretty relaxed, if that sounds okay?

If you’d like that, sure. Just let me know.

Tonight it is, then.

What do you mean you can get anything you want?

I'm a Goth. We've got simoleons flowing everywhere.

Sure yeah, definitely.

That mean I'll be seeing you later?